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♦ Arrival [Holo] This isn't the planet we're looking for

Teyla watched as Ronon checked on the family on the other side of the barn. Huddled together, the father leaned over, speaking lowly to his children, his wife absentmindedly stroking their hair as she pulled the youngest to them. Coughing into the cloth held over her nose, she closed her eyes for a moment. She hadn't wanted to look away from the family, but the acridness of the smoke causing her eyes to water.

She looked up as Ronon made his way back to her side, leaning his back against her arm.

"What are we gonna do?" he asked, his voice husky and low from the smoke.

Teyla shook her head slightly, her voice mirroring his in its huskiness, "There is no place to go."

"I'm not good at sittin' around waiting to die" Ronon looked outside, contemplating their options, "Maybe we can make it back to the base on foot."

"Outside?" Teyla's eyes followed his. Ash was thick in the air, creating a blanket that was nearly impossible to see through. The stench of sulfur and other things she could not identify hung heavy around them, making it hard to breathe. The people who had tried to outrun this came to her mind and she pushed them out. They could not save them. They might not even be able to save themselves. "We will never make it. As long as we can breathe, there is still hope. We may be able to last a few minutes longer in here than out there."

Time passed slowly for them, every minute seeming longer then the one before. Teyla could feel her breaths becoming shallower, a wheeze developing every time she pulled in more of the noxious air. Her skin was slick with sweat, her eyes red, beyond watering now, she could barely keep them open. Forcing them wide she looked over at the family, lying down now, as if even sitting were too hard. The mother was still stroking the youngest's hair, but her movements were weak.

Turning her head she looked at Ronon, the weakness of her voice disheartening to her, "They are still alive, but barely." It would not be long before they could not breathe, and once they were unable to breathe there was no more hope, She fought for each breath as she tried to speak, struggling, "Perhaps you were right. We should have tried to make it back to the base on foot"

"No," Ronon's voice was still husky but weak, "You were right. We'd be dead. As long as we can breathe, there's still hope."

It was an unmistakeable feeling, the Asgard beaming technology, the briefest momentary tickle, almost disconcerting as it locked on to her, before she rematerialized, on the deck of the Pegasus. The fresh air burned as it hit her lungs, the room not the one she had expected.

Teyla rolled into a crouch, dropping off the platform, P90 braced and ready to fire. "Ronon," Her voice was still husky, her eyes darting around, taking in her surroundings. This room was sterile, but not one she was used to. Not the Pegasus, and not any planet that she recognized. Could they have beamed her elsewhere, could this have been some sort of mistake? "Ronon? Colonel Sheppard?" Standing slowly, gun still at the ready, she tapped her earpiece, turning to survey her surroundings, "Colonel Sheppard? John? Are you there?"

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"Teyla?"

Sheppard knew then he was hearing things. Somehow from making sure MacKenzie was alright to checking on Chase, he hit his head and was hearing things. That had to be the reason. No members of AR-1 were in Taxon or had ever been in Taxon. Just him. The occasional SG-1 member, sure, but... no one else from Atlantis.

Except there was a holographic image of Teyla on his tablet.

"Colonel Sheppard?" Teyla looked up at his voice, aidling to the screen on which he had appeared. "It is good to see you."

"You have no idea how good." He said and found it a bit hard to smile. Was it real? Teyla was really stuck in this place with him? Part of him was relieved, part of him was upset that more people were kidnapped. It left for a very torn Sheppard.

"You... okay? Besides, well, the whole kidnapping bit..."

"Kidnapping?" She still had her gun up, her breathing becoming easier the longer she was in this fresh air. Teyla cocked her head, confused, "we have been kidnapped?"

"Yeah. You see, Teyla..." Where to begin? "This is an underground city called Taxon. Bunch of us here have been kidnapped by whoever runs the damn thing. We have people from SG-1, the people from the Milky Way Galaxy, y'know, Earth? Then a whole bunch of others."

Sheppard paused at her breathing. "You okay?"

She had listened to him speak, thinking his story not so strange. Living on Atlantis had altered her definition. "The rest of the team? Are they here?"

"Nope. Just you and me from AR-1." He couldn't really hide the tinge of loneliness in his voice. Sheppard might of been a distant man, but his friends mattered to him. "We got Mitchell, Dr. Daniel Jackson, Colonel Jack O'Neill, and Vala here from SG-1."

"SG:1?" Teyla lowered her weapon, still wary for all that Sheppard was on screen. This could be a trick, she thought to herself, or another induced hallucination. "It is something."

Sheppard shrugged. "Yup. I'll give you more details as soon as I get to you, alright? If you pick up the tablet - the thing we're talking with? It'll open the doors and let you out."

"Very well," she lifted the device carefully, surprised when it shrank to the size they used off-world to check energy readings and the like. Teyla looked slowly to the opening door, "I do not entirely trust this place," she admitted.

"You shouldn't." He agreed. "People here are nice, but, the place itself? It can screw with you."

He sounded like John if he was urging her to be careful, which reassured her greatly. The door open, she glanced to it then back to the screen, "are you nearby?"

"Give me a few minutes. I'll be there. Promise."

He shut the tablet off and grabbed his jacket, making his way out of his room towards the Sanctuary in the middle.

"Very well," she was willing to accept that, but was not willing to remain still. She decided to explore the rooms adjacent to the one she was in, in order to ensure they were secure and she was not an immediate prisoner.

It took maybe less than ten minutes to make it from Wilde to the Central Sanctuary, despite the rain. Sheppard opened the door and shook his head, sending the stray water everywhere. He glanced around, trying to shake the water off his leather jacket as well.

"Teyla?"

"John," she was not far, only in a small kitchen that was off the main hall. She had already discovered the hatches, though not quite what they did.

"It is very good to see you," she smiled, "better than you might realise."

"Oh, trust me, I have a pretty good idea." Sheppard offered a smile after a second. He reached up and hesitated, before patting her arm. Still awkward as ever when it came to expressing things. "I've been here for months. And I do mean months."

"Months," she repeated the word as if she did not understand it quite even as he said it. It made little sense, but nor did this place. Still, she found it hard to not smile at his awkward affection. "That is a very long time."

"Yup. About six months. That's half a year without seeing anyone from my team." Not that Sheppard really need to express the obvious, but, he was trying. "Everything okay back in Atlantis?"

"I was not on Atlantis," she said to him evenly watching for his reaction. "I was on Taranis."

He paused.

"Taranis? That was the planet we had to relocate because they triggered a super volcano." Sheppard paused again. "That was two years ago."

"Just as you have been here months when I saw you hours ago, this is a place where we both are out of sorts," she said quietly, thinking of their differences. "It does not seems it means to be easy for either of us."

That he would agree with. Luckily, nothing was really too pressing that he needed to tell her. Sure, there was the bit about Michael and then the Replicators and Wier... but, there was no reason to throw all of it at her.

"Not easy, but, usually you hand my ass to me anyways with bantos."

"I am in glad that in two years some things do not change," she raised a brow, "even if I should be upset that you have not learned to practice more."

"Hey." Sheppard defended. "You spend most of it with Ronon, remember?"

"There was no reason you could not have exercised on your own," she pointed out, all too reasonable.

Ah, shit. She had a point.

"Alright. So, I admit. I could use a bit more practice. Been trying while I've been here in Taxon. Sort of hard without my instructor."

Sheppard offered a bit of a smile and felt that awkward sensation return.

"I will be happy to show you again," she smiled, thinking that he would perhaps come to regret his decision. "Are there quarters here?"

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